Once there, they’d run and tied with the beta who caught them, giving them the connection they needed with the wolf. In return, they’d given a line from the Suvar to the Mah, bringing in strength. Pushing them into metamorphosis. Making them more monsters than men.
What the Mah didn’t use spilled over to the maker.
The Urja found a home among the Mah. But that also meant Johnathan’s people were the reason the Urja suffered because coming to the Mah made them a target for both humans and Varu.
“At least, for now, Urja belong with the Mah. And thanks to your brother, you’re destined to belong to Dr. Dante.”
“That doesn’t mean—” Johnathan’s cell phone rang. He checked the number. “It’s your brother.”
“Go on.” Seung dismissed him with a wave of her hand.
Johnathan went into the hall and answered the phone.
A growl rumbled through the speaker.
Sometimes it took a moment for the White Wolf to form words.
Not that he’d been all that talkative before.
“Isaiah…”
“What about him?” Johnathan said.
“He is a bigger idiot than I thought.”
“What’s going on?”
“He’s trying tocureNash of the ichor.”
“Cure him?”
“I used to run with a red wolf named Sona. His sister was Cassie.” Isaiah’s best tracker. “He told me stories of a woman who would use Rakta to force the ichor from humans.”
“Yeah, Seung told me about the interrogations.” And the failed treatments when nobles brought their relatives to be cured of a Sarvari bite.
“Yes, but this woman succeeded.”
“What?”
“She cured those bitten by Sarvari who hadn’t gone beyond the fever.”
“Are you sure?”
“Sona lived as the wolf like me.”
And lying was a human behavior the Fenrir took from its host.
“She also removed it from at least one Mah,” Caspin said.
“She forced the ichor gifted by the Anubis?” Johnathan had to make sure he’d heard right.
“Yes.”
“That’s not possible.” Johnathan leaned against the wall.
“It is.”
“Seung has never said anything.”